Walt has been a good friend of mine since high school. His wife Sally is a gorgeous woman who has a marvelous personality and an even better body. She’s a dirty blonde with the body of a swimmer, possessing 36 DD breasts. Her pretty face and perfectly manicured hands and feet round out her attractiveness.

They’ve been together for over a decade and when I first met her I was jealous I hadn’t found her first. During the course of our friendship I’ve had and lost several girlfriends and a wife. Through it all Sally turned into my confidant and a good friend separately from her husband. I guess you could say I’ve had a crush on her that I work at keeping buried because of her husband. But we do flirt, and Walt doesn’t seem to mind when I get a hug and kiss from Sally whenever we get together.

Walt is a great guy but has one flaw. He is totally and completely focused on pro football. During football season he watches and gambles on every game he watches. Often to the exclusion of others around him.

Including his wife.

As much as I admire Sally, Walt admires my sweet ‘66 SS396 Chevelle. It’s completely restored to its original showroom condition and I’ve owned it since I was a teenager.

How all this fits into this story is crazy.

The Broncos were playing the Buffalo Bills in this year’s playoffs. I’m a Denver fan and he loves the Bills. After a few beers, Walt was going on about how the Bills would destroy Denver. I disagreed and naturally he wanted to make a bet. Sally had tried in the past to control his betting, but never succeeded. Luckily he never jeopardized their well-being with his bets.

This was about to change.

Walt was overly excited about the Denver game with the Bills. I kept teasing him about it until out of the blue he proposed a bet. As he was speaking, Sally came into the room carrying fresh beers.

“We should bet on the game!”

My response only prompted him further. I said, “Walt, I don’t want to take anything from you. Anyway, you don’t have anything to bet that I want.”

“Yes I do, and I’d love to have the use of your Chevelle for a day.”

Sally, sensing something was up with her husband, said, “Walt, let it go. Let’s just watch the game.”

Walt ignored Sally and said, “If the Bills win, I get to use the Chevelle for a day.”

I said, “They’re not going to win. If I make this bet, what do I win?”

The words out of Walt’s mouth floored me and stunned Sally.

“If you win, you can take Sally out on a date.”

I was speechless and I could see that Sally was fuming.

“Yeah, if you win, you get to take Sally out.”

I looked at Sally and knew she was pissed off. Walt had crossed a line without even considering what he was doing.

I tried to laugh it off but Walt persisted. “If you win, you get Sally. If I win, I get the car.”

Sally said, “You’re an asshole, Walt! But I’m going to enjoy watching you lose this bet.” Then Sally looked at me and said, “Take the bet.”

I was in the middle of a volatile situation and feeling uncomfortable. As Sally stared at her husband she again said, “Take the bet!”

I tried to lighten the mood and told Walt, “Okay, you’re on.” Then I reached out and we shook hands.

I could describe the game and the mood in the room, but the bottom line was that the Broncos won 33-30.

Walt looked at me and Sally and said, “Well, you won. I hope you guys to have fun.” But I could tell he knew he had made a big mistake. But his ego was on the line so he didn’t back off.

Sally said, “ I can’t believe you did this, but we will.” Then she walked out of the room.

I said, “Hey man. No problem with the bet. We’re good.”

He replied, “I always pay my debts.”

There was a tension in the air I had never experienced before with Walt. I excused myself and left their house. I felt I had just lost a friendship over a stupid bet. I went home thinking I won a bet, lost a friend and that I’d never collect my winnings.

Fast forward to Super Bowl week.

I learned Walt had scored tickets to the Super Bowl by winning big on DraftKings. We hadn’t spoken since I’d won our bet and I felt bad about it. My phone rang and I was surprised to see Sally was calling me.

“Hey Sally.”

“Hi,” she said. “You haven’t been around. When are you planning on collecting on the bet?”

“I’m not going to collect. Walt was acting crazy and I know that upset you. I’m good.”

She said, “Well I’m not. I can’t believe he made me part of the wager. He knows he’s in the doghouse. But you won fair and square. I want you to collect. He’ll be gone Super Bowl weekend starting Thursday. Pick me up Thursday at 6:00 pm. You won, so I want to be wined and dined.”

“Look, Sally. I don’t expect you to do this. It’s okay. Really.”

“Just be here at six, okay? I need to get out of the house and I’m glad I’ll be with you.”

Then she hung up.

I sat there thinking this wager could only lead to trouble. But, what the fuck. I hadn’t pushed it and the thought of spending a date night with Sally was actually a dream come true. I decided I would enjoy my evening with Sally come what may.

On Thursday I took the day off and also scheduled out Friday. I didn’t think anything in particular would happen that would pull me away from work, but I decided to not worry about getting back to work after an evening with Sally.

At 6:00 pm sharp I was at Sally’s doorstep. She answered my knock and when I saw her I could been knocked over by a feather.

Sally was dressed to kill.

She wore a little black dress that clung to her body as if it had been spray painted on. I could see the curve of her breasts and where her belly button was. Her beautiful ass and toned legs were shown off and she wore sexy black CFM stilettos. I realized Walt didn’t understand what he had in Sally.

She greeted me with my usual hug and kiss, but it was a tighter hug and a deeper kiss than we had shared. My arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her into my body, and my suddenly rigid cock pressed against her.

“We really shouldn’t be making out on my doorstep,” she said. We parted and I followed her in the house.

“You look fabulous, but I have to say this one last time. Yon’t owe me anything. I’ve already gotten the prize of a lifetime just being here with you.”

Sally smiled and said, “I think we’ve both secretly wanted this. My asshole husband opened the door. Let’s just step through and see what happens.”

Then we kissed again.

We walked out her front door and I escorted her to my car. Not the Chevelle, but my Cadillac daily driver. As Sally sat I spied her perfect legs and saw her bald pussy. She was commando, she wore no underwear, and she wanted me to realize that.

“I hope,” Sally said, “you like what you see.”

“Are you kidding? You are a goddess and tonight you are mine.”

We went to dinner at the nicest restaurant I knew. We had a drink, shared a bottle of wine, a fantastic dinner and dessert. We talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. Walt was nowhere near our thoughts.

Dinner ended and we returned to her home. I walked her to the door expecting nothing more than a good night kiss.

At the door I told Sally, “This was the best bet I’ve ever won. Thank you for the chance to spend time with you.”

We kissed and I was regretting that I had to leave.

“Come in. The night isn’t over.” Then she stepped away. I hesitated. But I only hesitated for a second, then I followed her in.

We wrapped each other up with our arms around each other and put lips locked tightly together. She felt my cock pressing against her and I felt her breasts crushed against my chest.

Without a word she took my hand and we walked to her bed. Without a word I unzipped her dress and it floated down to the floor. She stepped away but left her heels on.

She sat on the edge of the bed as I undressed. The last piece of clothing I removed was my briefs. I hooked my thumbs on my underwear and as my cock sprang free, Sally’s eyes opened wide, pleased with my seven inches of length and girth.

As I approached her she reached out and grasped my hardness. She looked into my eyes as she licked my purple helmet. I shivered with pleasure as she suckled me completely into her mouth.

Suddenly her phone rang and she released me to answer. I followed her conversation as best I could. I knew she was speaking to Walt.

“Oh, hello. Are you enjoying the Bay Area?... Nothing, I just got home from paying off your debt... Yes. Dinner was good... Okay. Bye.”

I could tell from the bits I heard that she was still upset about being made the center of one of Walt’s wagers and I thought my escapade with Sally was about to end. I was partially right and partially wrong. She was still upset with her husband, but our night was just starting.

Sally was lying on her back. She looked like a vision in every man’s fantasy. Her naked body was there for my taking and I didn’t hesitate. I mounted her and kissed as she guided my engorged hardness to the entrance to her body. She rubbed my dick against her smooth and moist and warm slit. I enjoyed the feeling of her holding me, guiding me as I pushed against her opening. As I entered her tight cunt, a moan escaped her lips as I stretched her. She was velvety snug. I felt I was gripped by a fist as I bottomed out in Sally. I felt her using her pelvic muscles to grasp and release me.

“Fuck! Your cock feels so good.”

As I increased my pace of stroking in and out of Sally, her legs wrapped around me tightly and the heels of her stilettos dug into my back.

“Sally, I’m not going to last long. But I’ll make it up to you!”

“Cum in me! Give me your all!”

We were now moving like rabbits in heat. Moans escaped her lipsticked mouth as I repeatedly hit her G-spot, her pussy tightening with every thrust. Nothing could stop the irresistible force of her cunt, drawing me into cycles of pleasure between her powerful thighs. I threw my head back, losing control of my orgasm with every pump. With an ugly groan, I came suddenly deep inside her, pumping cum deep into her hungry pussy.

At the same time Sally screamed out, “Oh god! I’m cumming!!! I’m fucking cumming!”

Hearing the dirty words stream from her mouth was exciting and sexy, a prompt I didn’t need that extended my pleasure. I collapsed on Sally. Our sweat ran off us in tiny streams as we tried to catch our breath.

I licked one, then her other nipple. I sucked them, burning the memory of their feel and taste so I could remember how they felt.

I kissed Sally and she said, “I think this was a good start. But I think I still owe you more.”